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Kakashi doesn't belong to me, neither does Genma or anyone else.
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nezumiko, prompt: Kakashi, Genma, laundry.
Rating: Hard R at least.
The late afternoon light filtering through the forest was golden. Genma dodged a tripwire, and then a kunai and went down hard over a mossy log. He rolled and came up smeared dirty, green… and when his knee immediately gave out again, Kakashi was there to hold him steady and move him along.
Fuck. This mission had been trouble since the fish market exploded, and Shikamaru was tired of only being one step ahead of their pursuers. If they were even one step ahead. He followed Kakashi’s signal and teleported into the safe house. Safe cave. Thing. Whatever.
Dammit.
Shikamaru leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, checking the wards. Kakashi sank to his knees and started working on Genma’s leg, pale fingers steady as they unfastened flies, and tugged the waistband down. Shikamaru did not think about how often Kakashi went down on his knees and … Dammit. Genma’s knee was swelling. They were going to be slower.
The guards were in place, so they had a moment to breathe, but they couldn’t, couldn’t risk closing the gap by more than a few minutes. Shikamaru closed his eyes and templed his fingers and thought.
“They’re tracking us by scent.” he said, and heard Kakashi’s fingers still for a moment.
Genma exhaled “Yeah” on a long breath, and let his head fall back against the rock wall. “Makes sense, s’why we can’t shake the fuckers.”
Scent. They could use more scent suppressors, but it wasn’t going to be enough, and Genma couldn’t keep up the pace they were at and the trail would be faint, but still good enough, a nin-dog or something like it could follow it and…
Shikamaru’s eyes snapped open. Their sureveillance base camp and Pakkun had gone towards Genma rather than Kakashi that one night because they’d been fucking in the afternoon rather than revising the map like Shikamaru had asked and Pakkun had gone towards Genma because he smelled like Kakashi.
And Shikamaru knew how they could get out of it, how to get them all home, home safe and that’s why they sent him out with these two crazy jounin, because they only got crazier if it looked like someone might get left behind. They were crazy enough, in Shikamaru’s opinion. No need to disturb the crazy, it might get on him.
Kakashi looked at him, cheek bunching up in a smile because he could see that Shikamaru had a plan, and Shikamaru grinned back, and opened his mouth to explain. He paused, as blood stained high on his cheeks, closed his mouth, licked his lips, and stuttered out “Smell, they’re tracking us by smell, so if we can change the scent trail, we’ll have room to maneuver.”
Genma blinked, long lashes obscuring his eyes for a moment as Shikamaru continued. “Kakashi, you’re the fastest, and if you smelt like us, and we neutralized ours…”
Kakashi nodded, and rubbed soothing sweeps against Genma’s leg to forestall argument. “You and Genma could get home, and… No, shut the fuck up Gen, I’ll come home too.” One grey eye narrowed and Kakashi asked “How’re we gonna change the scent trail?”
“You… Pakkun” and dammit, Shikamaru was blushing but he saw the moment Kakashi understood and then he didn’t have to spell it out, as if that was going to make the next part any less embarrassing.
Shikamaru let his eyes slide close again for a moment, but his imagination supplied a messy grey head tipping forward, and long scarred fingers sliding against familiar skin. “Hey, shit, unh.. the fuck you think you’re… unh, oh, oh yeah” he heard Genma urge and opened his eyes. Genma looked up from Kakashi’s head to Shikamaru and grumbled “A little more explanation for the.. unh, yeah there, you.. fuck” Genma’s fingers in Kakashi’s hair and Shikamaru was getting hard and unbuttoning his own fly. “Explaining for the non-genius assassins.. fuck.. teeth” Genma hissed as Kakashi shifted and Shikamaru could suddenly see wet mouth, wet cock, and the getting there wasn’t going to be a problem.
Kakashi sucked at the head of Genma’s cock, and Shikamaru thrust into his hand and fuck they were hot. Adrenaline high from the pursuit, and Genma starting to grunt softly and thrust against Kakashi’s face, and Shikamaru was a genius. He jacked himself and watched Kakashi suck Genma off and it was the hottest thing he’d ever done. A deeper grunt and Kakashi pulled back and whispered “C’mon pretty” and Genma was shooting on his face. Come down his chin down the combat vest and fuck that was Kakashi Hatake with come on his face. Mask down, pale lips reddened and swollen and Genma rubbed his cock on Kakashi’s cheek, smearing wet and it was lewd and affectionate and Shikamaru didn’t, couldn’t… He took one stumbled step forward and came. His come on Kakashi’s face and his clothes and his come wet on Genma’s and for one moment Shikamaru’s brain just shuddered to a halt.
Kakashi grinned, sudden and hungry, and wiped his palm across his face and then against his legs. Fuck that was still hot. Any minute now, Shikamaru’s brain was going to kick back into gear.
Genma rolled his shoulders and hitched up his pants. “You really think that scent is strong enough to fool the trackers?”
Shikamaru tried to answer “I, uh, we…” but he’d just jacked off onto Naruto’s sensei’s face and he couldn’t quite, couldn’t quite…
Kakashi chuckled and wrinkled his nose as he resettled his mask. “I reek of you two.” Hitae-ite, mask, kunai pouch, and it was Kakashi’s pre-departure routine and Shikamaru knew he’d be gone in a moment. Scroll pocket, hip pouch, tug on the gloves and Shikamaru heard himself say “I’ll help with your laundry when we get back.”
Genma’s eyebrows went up and Kakashi blinked and Shikamaru flushed and Kakashi drawled “Mmm… my laundry takes all afternoon” and then there was a log where Kakashi had been standing and Genma was laughing.
“Shut up.” said Shikamaru and stooped for a handful of moss. Stupid fucking log, the same one that Genma had tripped on in the first place. Genma laughed again, and Shikamaru poured scent suppressor into the handful of moss and rubbed it into his and Genma’s clothes.
Kakashi smelt like them, and they smelt like forest and that was the best Shikamaru could do today. “Gonna help with my laundry too?” Genma asked.
“Asshole” Shikamaru replied. They teleported into the forest and headed home.
Kakashi doesn't belong to me, neither does Genma or anyone else.
Gift for
nezumiko, prompt: Kakashi, Genma, laundry.Rating: Hard R at least.
The late afternoon light filtering through the forest was golden. Genma dodged a tripwire, and then a kunai and went down hard over a mossy log. He rolled and came up smeared dirty, green… and when his knee immediately gave out again, Kakashi was there to hold him steady and move him along.
Fuck. This mission had been trouble since the fish market exploded, and Shikamaru was tired of only being one step ahead of their pursuers. If they were even one step ahead. He followed Kakashi’s signal and teleported into the safe house. Safe cave. Thing. Whatever.
Dammit.
Shikamaru leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, checking the wards. Kakashi sank to his knees and started working on Genma’s leg, pale fingers steady as they unfastened flies, and tugged the waistband down. Shikamaru did not think about how often Kakashi went down on his knees and … Dammit. Genma’s knee was swelling. They were going to be slower.
The guards were in place, so they had a moment to breathe, but they couldn’t, couldn’t risk closing the gap by more than a few minutes. Shikamaru closed his eyes and templed his fingers and thought.
“They’re tracking us by scent.” he said, and heard Kakashi’s fingers still for a moment.
Genma exhaled “Yeah” on a long breath, and let his head fall back against the rock wall. “Makes sense, s’why we can’t shake the fuckers.”
Scent. They could use more scent suppressors, but it wasn’t going to be enough, and Genma couldn’t keep up the pace they were at and the trail would be faint, but still good enough, a nin-dog or something like it could follow it and…
Shikamaru’s eyes snapped open. Their sureveillance base camp and Pakkun had gone towards Genma rather than Kakashi that one night because they’d been fucking in the afternoon rather than revising the map like Shikamaru had asked and Pakkun had gone towards Genma because he smelled like Kakashi.
And Shikamaru knew how they could get out of it, how to get them all home, home safe and that’s why they sent him out with these two crazy jounin, because they only got crazier if it looked like someone might get left behind. They were crazy enough, in Shikamaru’s opinion. No need to disturb the crazy, it might get on him.
Kakashi looked at him, cheek bunching up in a smile because he could see that Shikamaru had a plan, and Shikamaru grinned back, and opened his mouth to explain. He paused, as blood stained high on his cheeks, closed his mouth, licked his lips, and stuttered out “Smell, they’re tracking us by smell, so if we can change the scent trail, we’ll have room to maneuver.”
Genma blinked, long lashes obscuring his eyes for a moment as Shikamaru continued. “Kakashi, you’re the fastest, and if you smelt like us, and we neutralized ours…”
Kakashi nodded, and rubbed soothing sweeps against Genma’s leg to forestall argument. “You and Genma could get home, and… No, shut the fuck up Gen, I’ll come home too.” One grey eye narrowed and Kakashi asked “How’re we gonna change the scent trail?”
“You… Pakkun” and dammit, Shikamaru was blushing but he saw the moment Kakashi understood and then he didn’t have to spell it out, as if that was going to make the next part any less embarrassing.
Shikamaru let his eyes slide close again for a moment, but his imagination supplied a messy grey head tipping forward, and long scarred fingers sliding against familiar skin. “Hey, shit, unh.. the fuck you think you’re… unh, oh, oh yeah” he heard Genma urge and opened his eyes. Genma looked up from Kakashi’s head to Shikamaru and grumbled “A little more explanation for the.. unh, yeah there, you.. fuck” Genma’s fingers in Kakashi’s hair and Shikamaru was getting hard and unbuttoning his own fly. “Explaining for the non-genius assassins.. fuck.. teeth” Genma hissed as Kakashi shifted and Shikamaru could suddenly see wet mouth, wet cock, and the getting there wasn’t going to be a problem.
Kakashi sucked at the head of Genma’s cock, and Shikamaru thrust into his hand and fuck they were hot. Adrenaline high from the pursuit, and Genma starting to grunt softly and thrust against Kakashi’s face, and Shikamaru was a genius. He jacked himself and watched Kakashi suck Genma off and it was the hottest thing he’d ever done. A deeper grunt and Kakashi pulled back and whispered “C’mon pretty” and Genma was shooting on his face. Come down his chin down the combat vest and fuck that was Kakashi Hatake with come on his face. Mask down, pale lips reddened and swollen and Genma rubbed his cock on Kakashi’s cheek, smearing wet and it was lewd and affectionate and Shikamaru didn’t, couldn’t… He took one stumbled step forward and came. His come on Kakashi’s face and his clothes and his come wet on Genma’s and for one moment Shikamaru’s brain just shuddered to a halt.
Kakashi grinned, sudden and hungry, and wiped his palm across his face and then against his legs. Fuck that was still hot. Any minute now, Shikamaru’s brain was going to kick back into gear.
Genma rolled his shoulders and hitched up his pants. “You really think that scent is strong enough to fool the trackers?”
Shikamaru tried to answer “I, uh, we…” but he’d just jacked off onto Naruto’s sensei’s face and he couldn’t quite, couldn’t quite…
Kakashi chuckled and wrinkled his nose as he resettled his mask. “I reek of you two.” Hitae-ite, mask, kunai pouch, and it was Kakashi’s pre-departure routine and Shikamaru knew he’d be gone in a moment. Scroll pocket, hip pouch, tug on the gloves and Shikamaru heard himself say “I’ll help with your laundry when we get back.”
Genma’s eyebrows went up and Kakashi blinked and Shikamaru flushed and Kakashi drawled “Mmm… my laundry takes all afternoon” and then there was a log where Kakashi had been standing and Genma was laughing.
“Shut up.” said Shikamaru and stooped for a handful of moss. Stupid fucking log, the same one that Genma had tripped on in the first place. Genma laughed again, and Shikamaru poured scent suppressor into the handful of moss and rubbed it into his and Genma’s clothes.
Kakashi smelt like them, and they smelt like forest and that was the best Shikamaru could do today. “Gonna help with my laundry too?” Genma asked.
“Asshole” Shikamaru replied. They teleported into the forest and headed home.
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Date: 2008-02-23 03:47 am (UTC)Oh yeah... I know what you like, baby.
You're welcome. Very.